[@PaulHaynek][@AzureKnight][@FrogRFlowR] [color=ed145b][b]Skarsneek of the Red Hill[/b][/color] The tense moment was shattered when Tomi suddenly decide to then set a building on fire while roaring. It's flames hot enough to melt whatever cinders that were left before she looked to calm down much more by remarking to get this over with so she can take a nap. Resisting the urge to sigh and roll his eyes, Skarsneek just kept his attention on Sorae. Hearing what happened as they moved to somewhere quieter, Skarsneek sat crosslegged across Sorae, keeping a close distance to the Hangai sisters protectively. Once they were seated and ready, Skarsneek went to the point for Sorae questions. [color=ed145b]"Your forces got totaled. Only a handful survived. Takeshi man is trying to rally what's left together to continue fighting. That includes you."[/color] He waved his hand to the sides nonchalantly but he suppressed the annoyance for now. The clan was supposed to be here was pretty much reduced to one. So that put a damper on things. [color=ed145b]"As to his father, ain't got a clue. We know he might be taken by the Varjans and kept alive but aside from that, no one else that fought in the beach made it."[/color] [color=ed145b]"Well, aside from that Roku guy. Turned into a mamono undead and came back for more. Got to love that kind of tenacity."[/color] Skarsneek grinned, appreciating the slight irony of a person that hated mamono becoming one. [color=ed145b]"But yea, I usually don't pry but considering the desperate situation, I got to ask,"[/color] Skarsneek adjusted himself and one of his arms rested on his club. [color=ed145b]"You said something about traitors and assassins being sent? You got any ideas who they are or suspect at least?"[/color] Bad enough they're already fighting a losing war, it's worse if they don't solve the internal problems quickly. Besides, he knows a few ways to turn those traitors into their side. Especially if some are on the fairer sex. Skarsneek leered at that thought. --- [@PaulHaynek] [color=f7941d][b]Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe[/b][/color] Gringor felt the rush in his blood as they plow through the Varjan in their way, all the while smiling as he caught Nobutada showing that he was indeed living to his description. Seeing how things just bounced off or outright shatter against his frame, putting his own Ironhide tribe moniker to the test. It certainly made Gringor even more eager to test Nobutada out. For now, he directed his ire into the Varjans, slamming and cutting them with his demon silver axe. Draining them of energy and feeling it empower his own. Soon, Nobutada broke down a door, leading to a large statue and candles lit everywhere around it. It felt like those sacred places where shamans do their rituals to the elemental spirits though those often involved more than just prayers. Fanning out and being tasked to hold this place, Gringor only saluted Nobutada with a hefty smack of his fist to the chest. Even as Nobutada left, Gringor was soon occupied new enemies. Two of them carried broad and axe but the one proved to be the most interesting one for him. A man that wielded a halberd and dressed in a much fancier armor. He cracked his neck, readied himself like a bull ready for a charge before diving forward into the halberd wielding foe. A side-sweep with his axe, blazing at a breakneck pace. But Gringor had other plans, whether it hit or miss. He would dash off to the sides, and bore right into one of the other axe and shield Varjan warrior instead. Letting out a howl loud enough to pierce one bones, Gringor aimed to smash both shield and foe together in a single strike. His axe going far past the opponent and close enough that even if the shield caught the axe head, the strength behind would send him flying. He wanted to savor this fight, and these extras weren't [i]needed[/i].